Mrs. Lian, who had just been discussing the Fu family's secrets with great excitement, now turned pale.
"Mrs. Fu."
Ye Minqiu's smile did not reach her eyes. She reached out and gently patted her shoulder: "Mr. Lian told me yesterday that he wanted to participate in our Fu family's bidding for the development of the inner island."
Mrs. Lian quickly apologized with a smile: "Yes... yes."
Ye Minqiu curled his lips and said, "Don't bother Mr. Lian. We have already decided on a company to undertake this project."
After saying this, her face turned cold, and she took her godly son's arm in hand, raised her chin slightly, and left from the group of rich ladies while maintaining her usual arrogance.
Mrs. Lian's legs went limp, and someone reached out to hold her up, whispering, "Come on, this is a charity dinner held by the Fu family, and you have to say something bad about Ye Minqiu here."
Mrs. Lian was sweating profusely: "You didn't even remind me."
“We didn’t even notice.”
Mrs. Lian was completely panicked. Just a few words from her caused her husband to lose a huge project. If this got to her husband's ears, it would be all over.
She found a wealthy lady who could have a say in front of Ye Minqiu, "Can you put in a few good words for me and Mrs. Fu? I mean nothing."
The rich lady went to see Ye Minqiu, but Ye was cold and resolute, "There is no room for negotiation."
Mrs. Lian gave up completely.
A few days later, Haicheng had another piece of gossip about a wealthy family. Mr. Lian, who was in his forties, wanted to divorce his wife. The Lian family was not as powerful as the Fu family, so the media followed them relentlessly.
I don’t dare to eat the melons from the Fu family.
Don’t you even dare to eat the melon from Lian’s house
This is a story for later.
At this moment, in the cruise ship's private room, Ye Minqiu sat on the sofa and pressed his temples with his hands. Ye Minchun came over and felt very indignant for his sister.
"Fu Xianyuan didn't treat you well when he was alive. Now that he's gone, he wants to make you suffer and be criticized by others. It really makes me so angry..."
Before Ye Minqiu could stop her, she saw her son push the door open.
Ye Minchun's heart skipped a beat, and she whispered to her sister, "Why is Nan Li here too? Didn't he never attend before?"
Ye Minqiu: "He was worried about me, so he came with me."
Ye Minchun smiled at Fu Nanli awkwardly. No matter what, Fu Xianyuan was Fu Nanli's father. Nanli would always be unhappy when she said bad things about his father.
"Well, I have an appointment outside, so I'll leave first."
Fu Nanli handed a glass of champagne to his mother: "Drink some, don't take their words to heart."
Ye Minqiu sneered, "Do you think I'm someone who cares about rumors? At that time, your father had just passed away. I became the head of Zhonghuan under great pressure. Which of those old men obeyed me? Which one of them didn't plot against me? Which one didn't say I was a show-off? They used many tricks to force me out of the board of directors. Your grandfather was immersed in the pain of losing his son and had no energy to help me. I was the only one who managed to carry it all. It didn't collapse back then, and it won't collapse now."
Fu Nanli put his hand on her shoulder and patted her gently, "I sent someone to investigate what happened back then."
Ye Minqiu was a little trembling.
She still underestimated her son.
She thought that Nan Li would be like her. When faced with Fu Xianyuan's reputation, he would rather be a coward and not investigate, so he wouldn't realize how unbearable the reality was.
Her son was stronger than she was after all, and no matter how dark the truth was, he was ready to face it.
(End of this chapter)